That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Whether the girl's words were true or false, beheading was a much more pleasant way to die than being torn apart by five horses.

"What are your orders, young lady?"

Two guards brought Jiang Jingming out of the cell, but prevented him from facing Xie Yunqi.

"At this point, why did Chen Sha call him over?"

"I do not know."

Konoe nodded, remaining silent.

"I want to go too!"

Xie Yunqi glared fiercely at the two silent faces opposite him.

"This is beyond our control, please don't make things difficult for your subordinate, Miss."

The two men took a step back, clasped their hands in a fist and knelt on one knee.

"..."

The two knelt down very quickly and decisively, clearly indicating that they had been prepared in advance.

Chen Sha had probably instructed them that they should not listen to or believe anything the young lady said.

Xie Yunqi knew that the two guards could not disobey Chen Sha's orders, but he couldn't bear to let them take Jiang Jingming away. He clenched his fingers in a dilemma.

"Tonight, Vice Envoy Chen should be investigating the assassination of the dancer. He summoned me over, probably just for routine questioning."

In the end, it was Jiang Jingming who spoke up to appease them and break the stalemate.

“He knows the young lady very well, so naturally he wouldn’t suspect her. As for me, a stranger and a suspicious person, of course he would have questions to ask.”

His words were quite convincing, and Xie Yunqi hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

"Chen Shana is heartless and extremely unreasonable. If he asks you anything, you must answer honestly, otherwise he really will torture you!"

"understood."

Jiang Jingming simply smiled upon hearing this.

"You two get up."

Xie Yunqi lowered his eyes, his tone calm.

When she put on the airs of a young lady, she really did look like one.

"Tell Chen Sha for me that if Jingming gets into trouble, I will definitely have my own way of making sure he suffers eternal damnation."

Testimonials

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Writing always goes by so fast. It feels like I've just started writing, but when I look back, I've already written almost 200,000 words.

Thanks to the support of readers, this book has managed to complete four rounds of recommendations in the light novel section, which is a truly unexpected surprise.

I originally thought that after finishing "Social Anxiety," I would have made some progress in my writing skills, but I didn't. I'm still the same slow-burning, procrastinating, and consistent writer.

Furthermore, this time I jumped directly from romance novels to the relatively smaller martial arts genre, which is almost like starting from scratch with no experience. I am very grateful to the readers who have been willing to follow me all the way here.

So, why write martial arts novels?

I think martial arts is a kind of romance that belongs only to the Chinese people.

When I was a child, I loved reading Jin Yong and Gu Long's books, among which my favorites were "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and "Happy Heroes".

Later, I read Jiang Nan's "Novoland: Eagle Flag". I read this book from beginning to end no less than ten times, but unfortunately, I still haven't seen the ending of Ji Ye and Asule.

So I want to write my own martial arts story, full of swordplay and chivalry.

Add a tiny bit of romance to it.

If there's anything that makes it different from traditional martial arts novels, it's probably that I absolutely, positively, positively will never write any melodramatic cuckoldry plots...

Although it currently appears to be a story with a somewhat somber background, the youthful spirit will ultimately save the world.

I think this is the true meaning of martial arts.

Although the results aren't good so far, I will still persevere and finish writing this book.

Once it's up and running, I'll write and post as much as I can each day, ensuring freshness and guaranteeing I won't feed you pre-made meals (just kidding).

If there's a leader who can provide support, there will be extra chapters or requests for additional episodes.

If the first book was about loneliness and redemption, then this book is about passion and dreams.

What they have in common is that they all deal with some complicated teenage thoughts and feelings.

Jinzhi and Mianmian were there for me during a very difficult time, and I hope that Aqing, Xie Yunqi, and Fang Zhiyi can also give everyone that kind of strength.

Writing is one of the few things I cherish in my life, and I think I will keep writing until the day when the fire in my heart is extinguished and I have no more stories to tell.

After finishing this book, my next book might be a fantasy novel that I've been wanting to write for a long time, or it might be an alternate history or even science fiction, or maybe I'll write another book about everyday love.

My dream is that in the future, when people think of Huaiyu Zhenfeng, they'll exclaim, "What audacity of this flop! How dare he write books on any subject!"

As I write this, I suddenly realize that writing a book is ultimately a lonely endeavor.

But so what if you're lonely?

The rocks are silent, yet the flowing water leaves their mark.

The moon will be bright

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Fate is Like a Spring

Jiang Jingming followed two guards, walking out by candlelight.

Aqing's face was half-hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, her eyes quietly watching him.

Jiang Jingming paused, meeting her gaze.

Go to sleep early, don't wait for me.

"Ah."

Aqing nodded.

Actually, they didn't even need to say those words. They understood each other with just a glance.

Jiang Jingming meant that if he hadn't returned by the agreed-upon breakout time in the early morning, A Qing could take action immediately, and then they could reunite later depending on the situation.

As Fang Zhiyi walked past A Qing's cell door, she rested her chin on her hand, closed her eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

How can you fall asleep in this situation?

Thinking this, Jiang Jingming took two steps forward, then couldn't help but look back.

Fang Zhiyi seemed to sense something, and suddenly the corners of her mouth curved slightly as she opened her eyes.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating her gentle features, as if it were the first time we met.

Jiang Jingming was slightly taken aback. She smiled and then said something to him silently.

Jiang Jingming nodded slightly and then followed the footsteps of the Divine Capital Guard without further hesitation.

Fang Zhiyi said, "Don't worry."

She's clearly a dangerous troublemaker, but when she looks at you with a smile and says those words, it actually makes you feel at ease.

……

When the two guards led Jiang Jingming out, they didn't take the same route they had come in through.

The builders of this prison were clearly very knowledgeable; its layout is as intricate as a maze, and getting out of here is not easy.

There were prison guards at almost every intersection, and in these extraordinary times, the precautions were probably heightened.

As night deepened, each of them had a refreshing mint leaf in their mouth. Upon seeing the Divine Capital Guards, they quickly bowed their heads in greeting.

Jiang Jingming glanced at them carefully and noticed that they all had warning bells beside them.

In such a tunnel, as soon as the bell rings, everyone can hear it and will surely seal off the exit immediately.

But none of this mattered to Aqing; she was best at eliminating enemies silently.

The only thing that might be difficult for her is figuring out how to shut them up without killing them.

A sliver of moonlight shone through the crack in the death row door. The jailer, who had been waiting at the door, carefully confirmed the person's identity before unlocking the door and releasing him.

Stepping back into the moonlit night, a cool breeze caresses the face, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Jiang Jingming took a deep breath, thinking that most people who were thrown into death row would be executed on the spot in the cell, never having the chance to breathe fresh air from the ground again.

The two guards who were escorting him remained silent the entire time. The three of them walked along the bamboo-shaded path for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before another prison appeared before them.

Unlike the underground death row, this prison mostly held prisoners with minor offenses and was not as eerie as the others.

Jiang Jingming lowered his head slightly and walked into another cell.

What he said to Xie Yunqi just now wasn't entirely to coax her.

Chen Sha has no idea about his origins or purpose, and the case in front of him is a dancer's assassination that has nothing to do with him.

Taking him out alone would only allow for routine questioning.

only……

Jiang Jingming thought of the blue-eyed dancer and felt that, like the strange things that had happened before, she was also targeting him.

But why did her blade pierce Wen Fuxiao?

Since she and the musician were in a cooperative relationship, it means that they were orchestrated by the same person.

The mastermind set up this scheme because he knew that Wen Fuxiao was under the surveillance of the Divine Capital Guard, and that Xie Yunqi would bring his group to meet with Wen Fuxiao.

In this light, he may have known all along that the assassination attempt would fail.

So, the musicians and dancers, and the enchantments they performed together, seemed like a cruel joke.

Jiang Jingming's thoughts lingered on the word "joke".

Yes, there is no better adjective to describe this farce.

The mastermind, hiding in the shadows, is probably quite pleased to see this scene unfold.

The Divine Capital Guards imprisoned Jiang Jingming and his group as suspicious individuals. Chief Secretary Wen Fuxiao was sidelined. The City Lord of Fengling City was already dead, and the massacre of the Tingpu Manor family remained shrouded in mystery.

The situation was chaotic, with only ten days left before the beginning of the chaos.

Jiang Jingming stopped and looked up.

The guards led him to an interrogation room.

The iron gate was pushed open from the inside, and a strong smell of blood rushed out.

The guard gave Jiang Jingming a gentle push from behind, and he walked in, dragging his shackles.

Chen Sha was sitting on a wooden chair with his back to him. A bloody, mangled person was tied to a pillar in front of him, and the white clothes on the person's body were stained with dark red blood.

Jiang Jingming's gaze froze for a moment as he recognized the musician.

Thankfully it wasn't Wen Fuxiao, otherwise they could have sued the Shen Du Wei for abusing the elderly.

Chen Sha did not turn around, but simply waved his hand.

The guard bowed and took his leave, and the iron gate closed behind Jiang Jingming.

"coming."

Chen Sha spoke, his voice carrying a faint sense of pressure.

Jiang Jingming shook the shackles on his hands and glanced left and right.

On the table next to Chen Sha were the weapons that had been taken from the men.

Wu Jiu, Fu Shuang, Fang Zhiyi's needle scroll and A Qing's personal dagger.

Jiang Jingming pretended to look away nonchalantly.

"Vice Envoy Chen, what brings you here?"